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Chapter 370 of Book 3 is in the queue

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

..."Go now," the Prime insisted. It was evident that he would brook no more argument. A moment later, he was subvocalizing into his throat mike.

Charlotte helped her mother to sit in the wheelchair before hustling her down the hall even as the SUV stopped at the curb in front of the house. One person remained in the vehicle with the motor running, while the other, dressed in a suit, stepped out, looked casually around and strolled to the front door.

After ringing the doorbell, he checked his surroundings again while reaching under his coat. As the door opened, he brought the silenced pistol out as he stepped forward, expecting to push the woman back inside where he could shoot the wheelchair-bound victim out of sight from the street.

Instead, his hand was slammed inward until the palm hit the inside of his wrist. The gun falling from nerveless fingers was whisked away by invisible hands. The weapon quickly disappeared as Sergeant Gomez tucked it inside his belt. The wrist was not actually broken, but the sprain would prevent proper use of the hand for months - if he lived that long. Before he could even draw a breath, something was jammed into his back and every nerve in his body seemed to explode.

As he was slammed to the carpet spasming, invisible hands locked thick zip ties around his wrists and ankles - not that he was aware of it at the moment. Seconds later, he also had a ball gag in his mouth.

As this was going on, the driver's door of the SUV was opened by an invisible trooper. Before the startled man behind the wheel could even move, he was stunned. Within moments, he was also zip tied and gagged...